Chasing Madness by smashed_crayon
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The Boy is an Idiot.
Rasberry tart, anyone?
I swear, I don't know how I get myself into these situations.
This boy needs to learn about something called boundaries.
Let's Get Grizzly.
Confused. Oh so confused.
The Burrow, Where Nothing Happens.
Denial is the key, my dear.
Merry Christmas Darling
Charm the Halls with sprigs of Fluxweed!
My Life Struggles.
… And there goes my dignity.
I didn’t stand a chance.
Call Me Green.
I hadn’t expected it to actually work.
He Who Gins, Wins.
Let me get my coat.
Throw 'em in the Thames.
Oh, hello, confusion. Fancy seeing you here.
Does it not Look Pleasant?
Merlin simply hates me. I must have stolen his frilly knickers in a past life.
Hippy, Happy, Hooray.
No unicorn. No trolls, no giants and no pink haired strangers. Instead, I have a Malfoy, an Eddie, and a pretty-eyed vegan.
Do You Know Him, Weasley?
This cannot be a mere coincidence. Merlin is laughing his head off up there, I swear.
Feelings Mostly of Dread.
I really hated that boy. Global warming and sexist comments had nothing on Scorpius Malfoy.
I wondered how hot it would have to get to make clothing a dangerous, unnecessary item.
Meet the Malfoys.
And it wasn't even Thursday.
Denial, She Wrote.
I could really do with looking sexier right now.
Park Bench Performances
Don’t try this at home, kids.
The Birds and the Bees
The most immature nineteen year old I have ever met is possibly myself.
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